Short Story: The Elephant in the Room

“Mum, Dad, we need to talk about the elephant in the room.”

His daughter held up an elephant plushie with a solemn frown, which broke into a proud smile.

“Get it? Elephant in the room?”

“Yass.” His wife gave their daughter a high five. “Nice one.”

His daughter happily skipped out of their room. He sighed and ran a palm over his face.

“I chose this one,” he reminded himself, “No returns. No refunds.”

“Hey love, are you crying over…”

“No. No. Don’t do it.”

“… spilt milk?” His wife pulled a box of milk from who knew where and started to tip it over. He lunged for it before metaphor became reality.

“Don’t worry. It’s not even opened.”

He could only flop over his wife in defeat.

“I didn’t choose the pun life. The pun life chose me,” she said as she patted his head in consolation.

“And by extension, me.”

“You’re right.”

“…”

“Because you’re on the right.”

“… I know.”

~End~

 

Genre: slice of life, family

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